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Genesis Gate





There is a place beyond your senses. A place that only your mind can grasp, yet even then it is merely conceptually. The scope is beyond any one person’s ken. Nevertheless, it is there. Beyond the Earth, beyond the solar system, beyond the Milky Way galaxy. Further and further we go now.

Our very universe eventually has its borders and here too, this mysterious and elusive locale surpasses. Onward we go now to our very own, theorized now cemented, multiverse. Parallel worlds, alternate histories, it all is contained within this realm of infinite expansion.

Here, too, our destination stretches beyond. But what could possibly lay past such limits? What could exist?

A phenomena of wonder. This, by now, is a certainty.

A floating fortress of a castle…nay, a whole teeming city. In a realm-like place that seemed much like outer space.



(Not exact, but rough approximate. Consider all of the architecture on one single island, floating in an area that looks like the next picture)



To say it was not truly space as we know it however, would be quite glaringly indisputable. It seemed to hover just beyond the edges of a swirling white mass that looked quite like any gaseous nebula. Whatever it may be in truth, one could only hypothesize.

And within this strange, fascinating city? The answers. At least of the immediate variety. Wandering its paths and hanging about its buildings were those you could possibly recognize. Those of any potential story you have ever heard, seen, or imagined within any medium possible.

Any book you may have read, any movie or show you may have watched, any game you may have played. As long as there was some kind of story inherent, you may find some of its characters in attendance.

You see, you reside now in the Omniverse. The very Realm of Everything.

What is the story of this alluring city and its amazing hosts? Well, you will find out quite soon on your own. But I can tell you this, dear wanderer.

The Omniverse is in trouble. And why not? This too is but a story I suppose, so there must be some form of conflict, correct? Of course.

And yet, while it is in trouble, something has happened to keep all those with heroic hearts, minds, and auras trapped in their own respective universes, unknowing of the greatest threat beyond. So it is left, quite ironically, to those of darker persuasions to step up beyond the threshold of their own realms and congregate here. To take charge.

But even they cannot do this task, fight the greater evil, alone. They need help. They need you.

And quite frankly, you’re not up to the task. Not yet. You’re going to need training. From them. From the best.

Your story, everyone’s story, begins now as you step through what is called: ‘The Genesis Gate.’

Good luck, wanderer. Hero. Villain. Whichever epithet pleases you.

You’re going to need it.

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So, now you have some starting information, with more to come as you progress through all the various universes in existence. What kind of people will you meet? How did this whole place come about? What more will you see? And just where are you coming from in the first place?

You’ll have to dive in and find out!

But know, as stated, that it is mainly villains or some anti-hero types that are in charge; so I’d listen to orders for now and watch your step. They have a threat to fight….and more than likely their own personal agendas to wage on each other behind the scenes. Perhaps, one day, you can earn enough trust to become privy to this.

You shall receive training from very iconic characters across various media and interact with more and it all depends on your class that will be determined early on. But here’s a rundown for you, to whet your appetite:

Swordsman
Assassin
Gunslinger
Archer
Wizard
Necromancer
Shapeshifter
Warrior (Martial Artists and Ki-channeling types)
Manipulator (They who specialize in doing what their title implies)
Destroyer (Powerful berserking melee fighters)
Tactician (More for the battle oriented intellects)
Mystic (Elementally focused mage types)
Wraith (an arcane or mystical empowered fighter)
Warlock (curse specialists, demonologists, blood mage types)
Pilot
Psion (the powerful psychics in residence)
Cyborg (or any other tech based individual…robots and droids fall here as an example)
Primal (beast tamer types or even those of were-like persuasions)

Plenty of choices, to be sure. We look forward to seeing which you end up choosing. Furthermore, there will be a level progression from 0-100, where your stats will be handled by me. Speaking of which, these are the ones used:

Stats

Strength: Physical strength.
Dexterity: Ability to handle objects with skill.
Agility: Speed and ability to maneuver.
Constitution: Health and endurance.
Intelligence: Mental acumen.
Wisdom: Perception and Magical stamina.
Will: Mental fortitude and personal drive.

Do not worry if you are not into stat management. I will mainly be handling them behind the scenes! Feel free to write and role-play freely as usual, but I will be paying special attention to how you handle your characters. As they level up, I will put stats of a numerical value into where you seem to be putting emphasis on them. I shall PM you with your progression just you know and let you decide a few points yourself every level up, should you choose.

Otherwise, you don’t have to worry about this at all, it is just there as a good reference and will help me decide how well you do in certain situations or against the various foes you will go against, as well as against other players should situations arise that lead to it. Sparring being most likely.

Furthermore, there is another mechanic at play here (though again, I’ll mostly be handling the numbers, worry not!). Items. Gear. To give it a little bit of a video game feel, just a nod to the genre.

There are Gear ‘Slots’ which I will keep track of for everyone. The equipment and weapons you wear on your: Head, Neck, Shoulders, Back (usually cloaks, jackets, etc.), Chest, Hands, Legs, Feet, and up to 2 Rings (magic is a thing). This also includes 2 slots that can be used in any combination of weapon, shield, or 2-handed weapon.

I will also be determining their quality using the well known color system (with a few colors added), which I will go into detail about after the game has started. Again, it sounds more complicated than it will actually be, I promise.

Hey, some of us like to accessorize, okay?

Over time, I hope you will get to truly feel your characters grow and gain power as the story unfolds and maybe, just maybe, genuinely bond with the “Big Names” that lead the group that have named this new faction after the proverbial gate you have passed through.

Genesis Gate.

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Character Sheet

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Name:
Race: [So long as it is humanoid…anything goes. From any franchise.]
Gender:
Age:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height & Build:
Other Physical Attributes: [If applicable]
Magic Sensitivity: [Yes or No?]

No need for Bios…why? You’ll soon learn.

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The Rules

1) PM All Sheets For Approval!
2) No God-Modding! Trust me, those who try won’t last very long.
3) If you have any questions, ideas, or suggestions. By all means, PM me! Much is free-form, yet some is already pre-determined at certain intervals. As long as it can all mesh and make sense, it is good to go.
4) General OOC Chatter should be kept to a minimum here, reserved for the OOC Thread in the RPR naturally.
5) Obey the TOS.
6) Have fun!

 

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Character Sheet

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Name: Valynor Syndoriel

Race: 3/4 Elf

Gender: Male

Age: Young *(25)

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Green

Height & Build: 6’ feet, svelt

Other Physical Attributes: Pointed ears

Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

Character Sheet GM Darth Elu APPROVED!

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Name: Jo'Sua Dhatra

Race: Wraith from Tolkien verse born of Morgul blade

Gender: Male

Age: Centuries

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Piercing White

Height & Build: 5'11" Medium build / 1.8 meters

Other Physical Attributes: Dual existence, physical realm dominated by a black cloak over armored skeletal form, and spirit realm as seen above with silver armor over ghostly famished splendor.

Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

Elu approved! Don’t mind all the rust...

Name: Ayira
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Height & Build: 5’5 and hourglass
Other Physical Attributes:
Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

Character Sheet

Name: Irryn
Race: ...I think I'm human? I certainly look it.
Gender: Female
Age: ....I don't know?! Why do I not know this?
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Blue
Height & Build: 5ft 6
Other Physical Attributes: Like... that hair is really silver.
Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

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Name: Arthur MacDonald
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height & Build: 6'3 strong
Other Physical Attributes: None
Magic Sensitivity: no

 

Approved!

Name: Charjra Myt'tar
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Female


Age: 24 *Looks *
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: blue
Height & Build:5'7" very slim
Other Physical Attributes: Pointed ears.
Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

Elu Approved!
Character Sheet

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Name: Grimble Crumble
Race: Gnome
Gender: Male
Age: Eons
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Black
Height & Build: 2 ft 1, dumpy
Other Physical Attributes: Often stands on his head when talking to others
Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

Elu Approved.

Name: Jam
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 40



Magic Sensitivity: Yes

 

The Beginning Of It All
~The Genesis Gate, ????~

With a groan and the settling of fatigue reaching deep into one’s bones, they all lay on the stone floor as if they crawled through some kind of tribulation to a remote sense of salvation. Now there, they could only feel the effects of such a journey and a disorienting sense of being and location. To assume the same thing was roughly on all of their minds wouldn’t be difficult.

Where am I?

There was some kind of chatter nearby and they each had the distinct feeling that it was aimed at them, but it seemed so far away. Muffled as if spoken through a pillow from across the room. Who was speaking anyway?

It was almost maddening, or it would be if they weren’t so out of it. Slowly, over the course of minutes, their eyes began to sharpen. Their hearing improved. Their sense of touch began to feel every bit of dust and crevice within the stone. And stone it truly was.

They were a group of thirty individuals, all very different from one another in some fashion. Some very much standing out. It seemed this first wave of what was hoped to be ‘the elite’ recruits were very fantasy leaning, which was mentally observed with intrigued amusement.

All of them were weaponless, but some of them seemed to be especially notable for a reason that was hard to place definitively.

An elven man of slender build with long red hair and striking green eyes, with some form of blue studded uniform upon his person. He looked young, but then, many of his kind usually did.

A mysterious armored figure with a black cloak and intimidating air draped over them. Impossible currently to make out much physically.

A young blonde teenage girl with a body that would make many mature women scream with envy and men would oft prostrate themselves before; all encased within shiny silver armor. There was an odd aura around her. A whiff of darkness that was unique.

Another young woman, though seemingly a little older than the blonde, with contrasting hair color. Very clear silver, matching the armor of the previous girl in splendor. There was a softness to her that was alluring, yet misleading somehow. The look of puzzlement upon her face would initially be perhaps the greatest of the assorted group.

A tall, strongly built human man of an almost regal air. Golden armor, with blue-green cloak and shoulder sash of nice make. Two belts, one of which was simple leather and the other a part of the armor with an exquisite silver buckle that boasted an intricate design of some kind of beast. Some wraps on his right wrist betrayed possible injury. At least at some point. If so, he would eventually find that there was no longer any such wound.

An elven woman of skin the color of night, the eyes of a twilight grotto, and hair of brilliant snow was also there. She wore some kind of armored dress of a material that appeared possibly leather, but ultimately hard to place right away. Black metal links, not so different from the hue of her skin, connected her outfit and shoulder pauldron to the neck band of similar shade. Her appearance was cool, aura warm, and overall a mystery like everyone and everything else around.

The next two people who seemed to stand out somehow, did so a bit more clearly.

One was a gnome of very diminutive stature, with white hair and beard of his own and dark eyes. A tall cone hat and basic tunic and leggings, with simple boots. He appeared to be of the stereotypical lawn gnome variety, if he wasn’t…well. Alive.

And the second was much bigger than most of them assembled. Brown skin, rippling muscles, with a mess of black hair and yellow eyes; an orc was among them. Metal armor and fur adorned him, with skulls and bones instead of insignias. Tribal markings were in evidence upon his exposed skin. This was a man that could easily intimidate most who were not used to his kind.

That all being noted, it was also perceived that they were within a large three-part chamber. It wasn’t well lit, though not distressingly dim either due to the decent amount of torches held in sconces upon the stone walls. It seemed the whole space was made of it. Hard, unflinching stone. Though it didn’t feel quite as cold as one would expect, yet it wasn’t warm by any means either. The ceiling itself seemed to be made of it and was quite vaulted, going to an estimated height of perhaps eighteen feet. The further one gazed upward, the more the shadows claimed whatever lay hidden upon it. If there was anything at all. It certainly seemed unlikely, more an idle thought, but nevertheless true.

In this three-part chamber, they all had been gathered in the central section and the other two parts were noted in distinction by the 5 foot by 5 foot pillars on either side that were evenly placed in between the side walls, that separated each part of the chamber. Enough walking space for a single person to go through between the pillar and wall on either side of them. The entire central area they were in was 80 feet by 50 feet in size by itself, the adjoining areas beyond each pillar was perhaps only a little smaller themselves.

There was no sound aside from them moving faintly upon the ground, as if they were awakening statues. Or some such. Them and the man who stood leisurely ahead of them. He was the one who had been speaking to them, saying…something. He was just smiling casually currently. Watching them.



He was wearing a nice white cotton shirt with black pants, a black coat upon his shoulders almost importantly, and a dark wide obi belt made of leather that was connected to leg guards of the same material. The leg guards seemed to be more fashion than practical protection. In any event, what stood out were the leather hand guards he had on as well as the sword nonchalantly swinging from his left hip, gold hilt sticking out from under the coat. Not that he was hiding it, nor was he showing it off. It just was.

A truth, merely to accept regardless of how one felt about it. A microcosm of what was to come perhaps.

“Seems like your senses are finally coming through now, are they?” A strong southern draw coupled with an easy speech poured over them.

“Takes a while. Always does,” the man stated matter-of-factly before giving a small chuckle.

He leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded, his eyes never leaving the group before him. He waited just the right amount of time, gauging he had everyone focused on him now that they were coming back to themselves.

“Wondering where you are, I take it? Oh, how did I get here? Why am I on the floor like some poor, drunk beggar?” A wry grin presented itself and his accent twisted the word beggar to sound more like ‘beggah.’

“Well, maybe that’s just it. Bunch of drunks, had one too many and now I’ve come to clean the lot of you up. Hm?” A small shake of the head despite amusement at his own words. “No. No, that’s not right. You can just feel it can’t you.”

It was true. Whatever the truth, they could just innately tell the drunk line was not it. Not that they had any proof. Heck, they’d all realize with a start that they could barely even remember who they were. Where did they come from? Only their names did they truly recall.

And once more, this man seemed to pick right up on it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout your pasts now, ladies and gentlemen,” he stated almost excitedly as he righted himself up and away from the wall, “What I’m here to tell you now, is that I, and this entire place; is your future! Exciting isn’t it?”

He held up a cautionary hand, “Oh and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

With that he motioned to behind them. With a look, and another start, they finally realized that each and every one of them had a spectral white cord of some kind attached to their back and going out a couple of feet and then down into a silent white glowing pool of…something. It did not seem like a liquid, solid, gas, or any other particular form of matter.

Magic. It was the only explanation. Whether or not it seemed ludicrous, didn’t matter.

“Umbilical cord, if you will,” the man continued, “It’ll dissipate on its own in a few moments. Unwise to force it, trust me on that. Rather messy.”

There was a glint of further amusement, but also something else, too hard to place currently in his eyes. Excitement? Greed? Hope? Could be any of those or something else entirely.

“Ah! Where are my manners?” he exclaimed faux-reprimandingly, “The name’s Quinn. Where I come from I was considered rather important, earned the title of ‘Baron’ not that it holds any special weight now. Still, a lot of my men call me Baron Quinn despite everything, feel free to do the same if you wish.”

Leaning a hand casually upon his sword hilt and gesturing again at the group, Quinn remarked one last time, “Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.”

A disarming smile materialized that was paired with a set of eyes that watched almost hungrily at them. Eyes that also clearly hinted that this was not a man to cross.

His words were pleasant, but his aura was one of accustomed command.

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IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
Waking. . .Waking

People often wonder what it is like to be dead. What is it like to go from one life to the next. He rather felt he knew that answer, he was living it right now. It was somewhere there, a part of him that felt this was true even as the realm of stone and noise assaulted senses he knew should be better. The feel of the stone was broken, even as the sense of everything continued to clear further, the stone he knew was there had a harsh separation from himself. It was cold yet warm. It was as though it was all things.

He wondered for a time if he was stone. Was everything stone including himself? That would explain the separation, a chunk of sentient stone broken off and away from the common stones about it. Hearing other stones separated by who knew how much stone? No, no there was light. He was not stone. He could turn his head, he had a head, a body. The rasping touch with separation was his hand upon the stone. Then, through vision purer than he had right he was able to see the stones, to know them by sight and by light.

He was within a large three-part chamber. It wasn’t well lit, though not distressingly dim either due to the decent amount of torches held in sconces upon the stone walls. More balancing of what things are, all except the solid state of the things about them built as it was of hard, unaltering stone. The ceiling itself seemed to be a continuation of the walls and was quite vaulted, going to an estimated height of perhaps eighteen feet. The further one gazed upward, the more the shadows claimed whatever lay hidden upon it, a mote of darkness marring this first sight.

In this three-part chamber he was in the central section and the other two parts were noted in distinction by the 5 foot by 5 foot pillars on either side that were evenly placed in between the side walls, that separated each part of the chamber. Enough walking space for a single person to go through between the pillar and wall on either side of them. The entire central area they were in was 80 feet by 50 feet in size by itself, the adjoining areas beyond each pillar was perhaps only a little smaller themselves. A perfect middle ground with choke points for entrances / exits. Hopefully this would not be his tomb, or theirs, whomever these others were he now noted in vivacity about himself.The moving of fingers, the curling of toes in hardened boots, and then the armour, it was there and he felt it keenly. Standing he felt his armour and it was like a part of him, or an old friend, but one he could not fully remember. Black robes seemed to flutter in irritation at his jilted motions, he grabbed for a weapon that was not there. He did not want to fight, but he did not know any of these about him. Some seemed like danger, others like nothing, and some like something else. It would be wise to be ready, yes? Only he grabbed his own armor through his robe and found himself standing there, watching the others.

There was a man who stood leisurely ahead of them. He was the one who had been speaking to them, saying…something. The one whose voice was not conveyed by stones nor pillows. Now he was just smiling casually currently. Watching them.
“Seems like your senses are finally coming through now, are they?” A strong southern draw coupled with an easy speech poured over them.

“Takes a while. Always does,” the man stated matter-of-factly before giving a small chuckle.

He leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded, his eyes never leaving the group before him. Waiting for something, the others. He was waiting on the others, on them all to be ready as one. Why? Why anything though?

“Wondering where you are, I take it? Oh, how did I get here? Why am I on the floor like some poor, drunk beggar?” A wry grin presented itself and his accent twisted the word beggar to sound more like ‘beggah.’

“Well, maybe that’s just it. Bunch of drunks, had one too many and now I’ve come to clean the lot of you up. Hm?” A small shake of the head despite amusement at his own words. “No. No, that’s not right. You can just feel it can’t you.”

He knew it wasn't, but he didn't know why. That was more annoying then waking on stone and mistaking himself for it. Everything was vague, off, not truly there. He had memories, he was sure of that, he knew speech and words and works. Yet somehow, he only knew one thing solid and harsh, unyielding as any stone about them. His name. Jo'Sua Dhatra, he was such as that name. Of that nothing and no one could take away nor truly add to that simple truth.

And once more, this man seemed to pick right up on it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout your pasts now, ladies and gentlemen,” he stated almost excitedly as he righted himself up and away from the wall, “What I’m here to tell you now, is that I, and this entire place; is your future! Exciting isn’t it?”

It was at this point he decided he rather did not like this man. Now he knew things as he shifted on his feet. Only for this fellow to hold up a cautionary hand, “Oh and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

With that he motioned to behind them. With a look, and another start, they finally realized that each and every one of them had a spectral white cord of some kind attached to their back and going out a couple of feet and then down into a silent white glowing pool of…something. It did not seem like a liquid, solid, gas, or any other particular form of matter.

Magic. It was the only explanation. Whether or not it seemed ludicrous, didn’t matter.

“Umbilical cord, if you will,” the man continued, “It’ll dissipate on its own in a few moments. Unwise to force it, trust me on that. Rather messy.”

There was a glint of further amusement, but also something else, too hard to place currently in his eyes. Excitement? Greed? Hope? Could be any of those or something else entirely.

“Ah! Where are my manners?” he exclaimed faux-reprimandingly, “The name’s Quinn. Where I come from I was considered rather important, earned the title of ‘Baron’ not that it holds any special weight now. Still, a lot of my men call me Baron Quinn despite everything, feel free to do the same if you wish.”

Leaning a hand casually upon his sword hilt and gesturing again at the group, Quinn remarked one last time, “Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.”

A disarming smile materialized that was paired with a set of eyes that watched almost hungrily at them. Eyes that also clearly hinted that this was not a man to cross.

"I am Jo'Sua Dhatra, I shall keep what is mine." he declared, his voice echoing before it even left his mouth. He did not know enough and reaching back he grabbed for the umbilical cord as this Quinn had called it. Not to sever it, oh no. No, he wanted to grab on and draw as much as he could wring from it. The fact he did not know how would not stop him, he had to try, he was more than this! Though he was not even sure what this was at the moment. He would not be some mewling half-ling with no true say upon his life, no true say due to ignorance. If that was his past he wanted it, all of it. NOW!

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THE JAM
-The Genesis Gate​

Jam had been drunk before. This didn't feel like being drunk.

He stood.

Bones aching and his skin sore. He was hungry.

And there was some man asking them for introductions. Them?? Oh. The other people there. Jam did not approve of any of them. Something about how tiny they were. It bothered him.

He looked at the man and shouted.

"THE NAME IS JAM. THE JAM. CONQUEROR OF..." He couldn't remember. The words had come out of the Jam's mouth by muscle, instinctive memory, but he had no thought behind it. He'd try again.

"MY NAME IS JAM... THE JAM OF..." Nope... Still nothing. Jam was confused now and he hated being confused. Right? Most beings didn't like being confused.

Jam scratched his head.

"THE JAM DOESN'T REMEMBER WHAT HE IS CONQUEROR OF... BUT THE JAM DOESN'T NEED TO REMEMBER. WHAT THE JAM NEEDS IS ANSWERS"

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IC: Irryn

Cold was the first thing she was aware of.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, or startling, just there. Just cold.

For some reason, it was familiar. Comforting.

She knew what colds were; could identify every different type. The difference between a drizzling hail, silent ice sheets and rolling snowy glaciers. And when she thought of these, she realised she knew what each of these were, although she couldn’t say why or when she’d seen them.

This was a slightly damp cold, which was- and here she sniffed- inside. Yes, inside. And hard.

Stone.

Yes, her fingers confirmed it as soon as she had thought it, even her cheek joined the chorus, determined not to be left out. She tried to pull her legs under her so she could lift herself up but there was something wrong with them, something not quite right about any of this. Even so, she wasn’t particularly bothered. She lay there and listened and watched, peaceful.

And now she saw the others; the auban elf, the drow, the humans, the small, miniature dwarf and a… ghoul? Ghost?
No, that wasn’t right. A sort of lich perhaps?

That seemed dangerous, yet she was strangely unconcerned.


The first lesson; is to watch and listen.


She suddenly became aware of the Baron man, sat up bolt upright and growled. The growl, intended as a warning not to come too close, came out wrong, and even as she did it, she blushed, realising she was forgetting her manners.

"Pardon me."

No matter, the Baron’s manner was such that there seemed no rush and she took some time to examine her form. Fingers… Yes, she studied them. Funny, for a moment she had thought…

She stood and dusted herself down.

“How rude of me. I apologise. My name is Irryn-” She paused. “Much like Master Jam here, I appear to have forgotten the rest of it.”
How embarrassing.

“What manner of strange place is this?”
She left the magic well enough alone, interesting though it was, she did not want to mess with it if a spell was still in progress.

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IC as Ayira

It was a strange sensation. Like halfway between dreaming and waking. That blurry stage where nothing feels right and memories are calling, yet too far to reach. The pulling of... something. Something familiar. Almost like she had felt this way before at some time, but she couldn't remember, her mind and her body lacking the energy to recall.

Cold hard stone flooring was the first thing she could even put a feeling to. It was uneven in certain places and some pieces had sharp edges, with dirt, dust, something in between. Green eyes opened slowly, but nothing was clear in her field of vision. Even her ears were still waking up, as it were. She could tell someone was speaking, but it sounded far away and hard to understand. Her body felt heavy, sluggish. Something didn't feel right as she laid, sprawled on the stone floor. As she tried to get her hands under her to push up and get a better view of the surrounding area, stiff metal armor glinted in the torch light. It seemed oddly familiar and seemingly the only thing she could understand. It just felt like it belonged to her.

She frowned as she finally managed to push herself to her knees and scanned the large chamber. She struggled to remember who she was, where she was, and what the last thing that happened to her was. It was all slush. Her brain foggy still. She noticed the others around her. There were several other people, creatures, slowly getting to their feet, all looking the same she felt. Confused and unsure of everything. The young woman forced stiff legs up to standing and immediately, her hand flew to her left hip, hoping and searching for something, but nothing was there. She grabbed at air and blinked down at herself. Her armor was there, but something was missing. She shook her head, hoping to clear the fog.

And then she noticed the man standing in front of them all, leaning leisurely against a wall. She eyed him warily. Whatever happened, it was at least clear that he had answers.

“Seems like your senses are finally coming through now, are they? Takes a while. Always does." He spoke with an interest accent to his voice. Oh, yes. He definitely had the answers she needed, she thought as her eyes narrowed slightly. “Wondering where you are, I take it? Oh, how did I get here? Why am I on the floor like some poor, drunk beggar? Well, maybe that’s just it. Bunch of drunks, had one too many and now I’ve come to clean the lot of you up. Hm? No. No, that’s not right. You can just feel it can’t you.”

The young woman narrowed her eyes further at him. He was playing with them now. If only she had... what? If only she had what? Irritation was growing within her. Under normal circumstances... Argh! She couldn't even finish what she wanted to think.

“Don’t worry ‘bout your pasts now, ladies and gentlemen, what I’m here to tell you now, is that I, and this entire place; is your future! Exciting isn’t it?” The man moved away from the wall now, watching them all with excited while the dread in her grew. What was he talking about? He held up a hand, “Oh and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

She looked back to see what he was motioning to and horror flooded her senses. A white cord stretching out of her very back and into a puddle of... something. The others who had appeared to be just as lost as she was also had these cords attached to them. This wasn't right... No, she had to get back to...

“Umbilical cord, if you will, it’ll dissipate on its own in a few moments. Unwise to force it, trust me on that. Rather messy. Ah! Where are my manners? The name’s Quinn. Where I come from I was considered rather important, earned the title of ‘Baron’ not that it holds any special weight now. Still, a lot of my men call me Baron Quinn despite everything, feel free to do the same if you wish.”

The name Quinn washed over her like a splash of cold water. But only for a brief moment. Something about the name tugged at a string deep in her mind, but then she lost it.

“Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.” He smiled then, and it gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.

"I am Jo'Sua Dhatra, I shall keep what is mine." A man with armor and a cloak spoke up first, before reaching back and grabbing his white cord. She watched him carefully as he handled it.

Next was a very large creature with brown skin. He was definitely not human, but she didn't know what. He spoke with a large voice to match his body and introduced himself as Jam, though he also seemed to be having trouble remembering more than that. And like her, he also seemed angry at not being able to remember.

Following him was a lady with silver hair and was very beautiful. “How rude of me. I apologise. My name is Irryn- Much like Master Jam here, I appear to have forgotten the rest of it. What manner of strange place is this?”

She asked an important question finally, but now she was left wondering her own name. She thought back with difficulty, but then it seemed to come to her. As well an echo of another name... but that's all it was.

"Ayira." She spoke in a clear voice, as strong as her throat would allow, and leveled her gaze at this... Quinn... Her head spun again upon thinking of his name. "I have somewhere to be," Ayira added. She didn't know where that was, but this feeling deep down told her as much. She shouldn't be here.

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IC: Authur MacDonald

The man's eyes opened his armor scraping against the hard stones. His senses were slowly, slowly coming back to him. There were voices, bodies around him but he couldn't really put a number on the people around him, couldn't make out voices. Strangely he couldn't remember anything. Not his father's name, not his mother's name, where he was from. This world was dark, but not too much so.

Though it didn't feel like his, there was a feeling, something in the air that didn't seem right. The air was musty, moist, and still. He tried to get up, tried to move his legs but found his muscles unwilling to corporate. Part of him knew this feeling, understood that his body was fatigued. Though for the life of him he couldn't remember what he'd done to earn this punishment from his own body.

Soon his sight and his hearing came back to him. That was when he noticed the man in front of him was he the cause of the constant chattering?

“Seems like your senses are finally coming through now, are they?” he spoke words that the man in golden armor understood but with a tone and accent that he couldn't place. Somewhere to the north? North of where? North of what? What was north in this place? “Takes a while. Always does,” What takes a while? “Wondering where you are, I take it? Oh, how did I get here? Why am I on the floor like some poor, drunk beggar?” Apparently this man was also a psychic already knowing their thoughts. He seemed as if he'd done this before, many times before. More words spill out more words that the armored human could understand individually but put all together made no sense to him.

“Oh and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

His head snapped around seeing a string still attached to his back. He almost reached for it in an attempt to remove it before he thought the better of it.

“It’ll dissipate on its own in a few moments. Unwise to force it, trust me on that. Rather messy.”

The words of this Baron Quinn stopped him. There was a weight to the Baron, an aura around him that exuded command. This was not a person to be ignored.

“Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.”

While he didn't know where he came from or where he was but he knew his name. Which was odd, though it came to his lips after wincing as the big man shouted his name rattling the man in golden armor's teeth.

"Authur MacDonald" He finally said letting others take their turns.

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IC: Valynor Syndoriel
Arrival

The firs thing he noticed was the odd and long forgotten sensation of waking, as if from a dream, followed by the singular moment of uncertainty. Valynor opened his green eyes suddenly, as the realization that he was laying face first on the ground hit him.

Shame and embarrassment filled him like a sudden bolt of lightning flashing between roiling storm clouds. Valynor moved his body to rise, at once his hand made a gesture, then he faltered and had to catch himself, lest he dashed his face against cold stone.

What!? He thought a his eyes bulged in surprise. The elf held the akward pose for a moment as his mind tried to understand. Why had just happened? Why had he made the strangely familiar hand movement, what did he expect would happen? Was he supposed to…rise?

Not rise. Float. Levitate.

“What?”

Valynor shook his head, his long red braided hair flowing like a wave of flame, even as his mind struggled to organize memories that were simply not there. He could not recall his Vestments or Articles or Power, or the Mighty Tower where he may or may not have been, just a moment before…or was it an eternity?

Why couldn’t he remember?

Left with no other choice but to use natural and mundane means to get up, the elf rose to his feet, dusting himself off with great care, and scrunching his nose at having been laying on the floor like some drunkard who had all but drowned in the cups of oblivion.

With a critical eye did he look about his surroundings, noting the stone structure that surround him and the dimness of the place. He also became aware that others were with him, others he did not readily recognize. Again, with no conscious thought, he’d gesture towards the torches, to absolutely no effect. Valynor felt surprise, but was unsure as to what he should be surprised about. What did he expect would happen? That somehow there would be ‘more light’?

Before the elf turned his thoughts inward, the appearance of one who seemed like a….a what? Ghost? Wraith? What exactly? He felt he should know the answer beyond a shadow of a doubt, but, alas, he did not. Still, the man’s appearance intrigued him, but so did most of the others.

Two beautiful women with dark skin and flaxen hair caught his attention, their distinctly powerful allure felt very familiar to him, their majestic pointed ears…wait….pointed ears? Valynor’s hand immediately rose to the side of his face and with that, a modicum of recognition a he felt his own ear.

Elf. He was an elf? But, how did he know…..how……

Valynor shook his head, not wishing to succumb to the chaos of uncertainty. First he needed to asses where he was. However, a glint of reflected light on armor caught his attention, and that’s when he saw an armored beauty like he had never seen before, or so he assumed. A human female. Beauty encased in armor. The subtlety was not lost to him. A pleasant smile formed upon his lips at the sight, but he forced himself not to linger on her. This was not the time for that.

Not far from her was a large human male, also encased in armor. Coincidence? Unlikely. Seemingly to underscore the point, a large orc, which dwarfed the human male in stature and mass, was covered in typical orckish gear, standing tall and proud. An Orc, huh??

But it was the next sight that caused him to chuckle, almost as if he’d discovered a long standing universal principle which confounded the greatest of sages.

An actual gnome was among them. His proximity to the Orc made him look even smaller than he really was. Of course, Valynor knew this was simply a visual illusion, but the nuance was impressed in his mind as well.

So, how would he communicate with these beings? What language should he…..

“Oh!” Valynor exclaimed to himself. He could not remember. Other languages???

A man he had not seen a moment before, began to speak to them, addressing them all at once. Valynor narrowed his eyes as he listened intently, and noticed how the others comprehend the human as he spoke. Why did he find that odd? Was that not the common way of things?

The man’s name was Quinn. Baron Quinn. To be precise. The Baron had much to say, much of it which sounded both familiar and confusing all at once. It was indeed maddening to feel uncertain about his circumstances. The Baron went on to mention many points of interest, aside of a basic trade of contractual power, since there was inherent power in names, whether a being was aware of it or not.

This unnamed place was their future? Well, that remained to be seen. What exactly was ‘The Genesis Process?’, that had piqued his interest, as well as the fact that he was still attached to his ‘former life’. So, he did know things he had somehow forgotten! Still, that alone did not answer the question of what was going on- or why.

“Umbilical?” Valynor found himself saying aloud and looking back at the strange ‘portal’. MAGIC!!? For some reason, whatever he imagined that to be, made his heart jump and excited him beyond measure. But the moment was short lived, as the wraith spoke, addressing the Baron directly.

“I am Jo’Sua Dhatra, I shall keep what is mine.”

Well that was an interesting pronouncement. Valynor decided that the only way to know more about the current situation was to participate. So, he waited for an opportunity for him to speak, though the next speaker had inexplicably caused him to ‘recoil’ in what he could only describe as ‘distaste’, for reasons he could not recall or understand at the moment.

”The name is JAM. The JAM. Conqueror of….”

For the next moment, Valynor remained expressionless as he forced himself to endure the Orc’s introduction. Absently he looked at his hands, perplexed. They felt rather ‘naked’, as if there should be more to them. Rings maybe?

A softer voice re-engaged his attention. That of Irryn. Needless to say, she was far lovelier on the eyes than the Orc had been, that, and she was exceedingly polite, by the sound of it. The question she posed to the Baron was one that all those gathered were likely to be asking themselves.

Next was the Armored Beauty: Ayira. At a glance he could not tell, though in passing, Valynor did wonder if the human female had any elven blood in her at all- a simple curiosity.

This was a good opportunity for him to interject and Valynor opened his mouth to speak, but the moment would belong to one with a higher initiative.

“Arthur Mc Donald. the large human male in armor stated simply, and without further comment. The elf paused, then nodded respectfully as he took a step forward.

“I’m called Valynor Syndoriel.” He offered as a matter of fact, then took a step back. Somewhere in his mind he felt there was more to his name, but whatever those things were, he could not recall them, and of a truth, they would be no more, going forward.



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Charjra Myt'tar
The Beginning

Cold.

Charjra splayed her fingers against the cool surface she lay upon. Stone. She knew the cool feeling of what she lay against. She was also aware that her body felt sore, and that she felt as if she had been asleep for a very long time. It also came to her that she was not alone. And she had no memories of what had happened to her before she woke up here.

“Seems like your senses are finally coming through now, are they?”

She felt as if she could not stand, and he just rolled over on her stomach, to eye who was speaking to them.

“Takes a while. Always does,” the man stated matter-of-factly before giving a small A strange accent. Charjra could not place it. So she simply lay still for the moment, listening.

“Wondering where you are, I take it? Oh, how did I get here? Why am I on the floor like some poor, drunk beggar?” She knew that wasn't the case, so again she opted for silence. But the next part of the strange man's message did intrigue her.

“Don’t worry ‘bout your pasts now, ladies and gentlemen,” he stated almost excitedly as he righted himself up and away from the wall, “What I’m here to tell you now, is that I, and this entire place; is your future! Exciting isn’t it?”

He held up a cautionary hand, “Oh, and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit, unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

Former lives? With the strange man's magic, she looked around at the other people and noticed a while spectral cord attached to them. As she curled, she could see one attached to herself as well.

Well, that was intriguing. She looked at the string and smiled as she felt as it rang a familiar sensation. Charjra managed to come to a sitting position and looked around her at the various being nearby. Quite an assortment. So, were they chosen, randomly or perhaps picked for something special? The fact that the man stated former lives, did make her wonder.

“Ah! Where are my manners?” he exclaimed faux-reprimandingly, “The name’s Quinn. Where I come from I was considered rather important, earned the title of ‘Baron’ not that it holds any special weight now. Still, a lot of my men call me Baron Quinn despite everything, feel free to do the same if you wish.”

Leaning a hand casually upon his sword hilt and gesturing again at the group, Quinn remarked one last time, “Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.” She was going to be working together? For what reason? Well, now the man asked for introductions, and she listened as the various creatures gave their names. And it was evident that those others did not have a memory of their past lives either.

Charjra quietly waited until there was a lull in the conversation. She then looked over toward the Baron.

"I am Charjra. What purpose have we been brought here?, as I am sure there is one," she asked the man, watching intently as she waited for his response. She kept her hands on the cool stone, feeling comfort in its touch.



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Mr. Crumble
Awoken

The old gentleman Grimble Crumble, or how he liked to be called Mr. Crumble suddenly found himself rudely awoken from a rather pleasant sleep. Well, pleasant was one word for it. Mr. Crumble often had rather nasty dreams in which he did not like to indulge. This one was pleasant in the sense that it was strange rather than normal.

As he stayed laying on what he presumed was his bed, his tired bones still... tired, he realized something was off. He tried to recall the last thing he did before he went to bed the night before, and could only recall a distant vision of grass and sunshine.... A dream.

A distant voice had been mumbling something or rather for the past few minutes or so now. Strange, Mr. Crumble thought, he hadn't invited anyone to his home recently. Mr. Crumble cleared his throat, before finally opening his eyes, and being sorely disappointed.

The place where he found himself in was not, in fact, his home. Now that he thought about it, the floor that he had been lying on was too hard to be his old bed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, before realizing that he was also not the only person in this room, which subsequently explained the distant mumbling. He was surrounded by a group of the most unusual people he had ever laid his eyes upon. One particular figure which Mr. Crumble found particularly unsettling was a large, burly... thing, for lack of a better word in Mr. Crumble's dictionary.

“-Don’t worry ‘bout your pasts now, ladies and gentlemen,” A man ahead of them stated almost excitedly as he righted himself up and away from a wall, “What I’m here to tell you now, is that I, and this entire place; is your future! Exciting isn’t it?”

Mr. Crumble squinted for a moment, and rubbed his eyes again. Dear me, he thought, this definitely is not my home.

The man held up a cautionary hand, “Oh and don’t move around too much, just yet. The whole genesis process takes a bit unfortunately. You’re, uh, still attached to your former lives.”

Mr. Crumble looked around briefly, noticing bright white cord, and finding he too had one attached to himself. Dear me indeed, he thought.

“Umbilical cord, if you will,” the man continued, “It’ll dissipate on its own in a few moments. Unwise to force it, trust me on that. Rather messy.”

“Ah! Where are my manners?” he exclaimed faux-reprimandingly, “The name’s Quinn. Where I come from I was considered rather important, earned the title of ‘Baron’ not that it holds any special weight now. Still, a lot of my men call me Baron Quinn despite everything, feel free to do the same if you wish.”

Leaning a hand casually upon his sword hilt and gesturing again at the group, Quinn remarked one last time, “Now, if you don’t mind, could you please introduce yourselves as well? Hopefully, we’ll be getting to know each other fairly well from here on out. Feel free to ask any questions after you’ve stated your name.”

Mr. Crumble, still sat on the ground, watched, utterly bewildered, as each other strange being introduced themselves. Mr. Crumble did not appreciate this, what he was now sure was, practical joke.

Once all others had introduced themselves, Mr. Crumble quickly picked himself up and gave a short bow to all in the room. He may be in a rather unusual pickle, but he mustn't forget his manners.

"The name's Crumble, Grimble Crumble. I do quite believe I took a wrong turn from the vineyard last night or perhaps this is some kind of joke..? I mean, he said, giving a short chuckle, "I've never met these... fine people in all my pleasant life."

Mr. Crumble clears his throat, before continuing. "Surely there must be some mistake of some kind, good sir. For I quite clearly do not belong with this gargantuan fellows." Mr. Crumble would finish, throwing a cautious eye to the thing that had introduced itself as "Jam." Mr. Crumble had made his fair share of strawberry and blackberry jam in his life, but this person was quite different. He looked back to the man ahead of them, and shot him a quick pleading eye to let him go.

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Baron Quinn IC:
~The Genesis Gate, ????~

Quinn watched them all take in his words, with varying degrees of trust and confusion. None of this came as a surprise to him. He also knew as time ticked on, the initial fatigue they felt would fade and instead would come the opposite. A vigorous burst of energy that could only come from having gone through what they just did. Granted, that would not happen yet. Shortly, but not yet. Best to get a move on with this conversation before any initial agitation from the confusion met with that energy.

He’d hate to have to say goodbye so soon after meeting them. Really, would be a tragic waste best avoided. Not to mention the inefficiency of such a…orientation?…would almost certainly bring down a meeting he himself would rather not undergo.

The first to move and reply was the black robed figure, that seemed somewhat familiar to him, not that the Baron could exactly pinpoint why or how. Granted, being in the Omniverse a while made one become acquainted with a great many people.

And how would this dark being respond to his introduction?

“I am Jo’Sua Dhatra, I shall keep what is mine.”

With that, the figure went to grasp onto the ‘cord’ and stare almost defiantly back at him. This would cause a brief rise in the Baron’s eyebrows, but would not provoke any other reaction. If this Jo’Sua had hoped to cause any panic or placation from the man, it had failed.

But then, he was the one with the information here. And that meant he had all the power.

“Oh, most certainly, Jo’Sua; a pleasure to meet you,” he nodded to the cord he was now holding, “You are clearly a man I can empathize with. For all we have is sometimes all we are, isn’t that so? In this case, however, let me correct you on one thing. What is yours, lies ahead not behind. But feel free to cling while you still can, if you wish.”

The large orc finally stood and took a stance that Quinn had seen a few times now, he knew exactly what was coming from this one. If he could have, he would have plugged his ears; instead he opted to not show how annoyed the shouting made him.

“The name is JAM. The JAM. Conqueror of…”

The Baron turned now to fully show Jam that his attention had moved from the wraith, to him. Clearly, the newcomer was acting on instinct, nothing more. That would be evident very quickly.

"My name is JAM…The JAM of…”

Now he scratched his head while Baron Quinn just watched him neutrally, waiting for him to give up.

“The JAM doesn’t remember what he is conqueror of…But the JAM doesn’t need to remember. What the JAM needs is answers.”

A boisterous one, but the exuberance of a warrior of any kind was always welcome. Especially in their case.

“Greetings Jam. I am sure you conquered a great many places where you came from, but I like your recovery. You’ll remember soon enough, but what is most important is answers. I shall supply you with them, rest assured. What you do with the truth, well, that’s up to all of you.”

It was not long after that, that one of the women moved first. An almost growl emanated from her throat, not that it sounded particularly dangerous…alarming perhaps, but not in the way intended. Still, before the Baron could remark on it, she seemed to realize herself first.

“Pardon me.”

Quinn gave an amused smile and nodded in silent acquiescence of her self-pardoning. She seemed to take further stock of herself and the area and the others seemed to give her a chance to continue before talking themselves. For now, he let them have that time as well.

The lady dusted herself and then began to address him at last.

“How rude of me. I apologize. My name is Irryn.” A pause that the Baron suspected was a part of that all-encompassing puzzlement. “Much like Master Jam here, I appear to have forgotten the rest of it. What manner of strange place is this?”

Quinn chuckled and gave a little bow, “Lady Irryn, it is an honor. Trust me, that confusion and temporary memory loss is normal, do not be alarmed.”

He straightened himself and gave a broader smile before answering further: “This place? I welcome all of you to this great and very unique city of Shadow’s Reach!”

Before he delved any further into the answers they so understandably craved, he’d move down the line and let the others get their own questions out first. The next was another woman, that young blonde in armor.

When their eyes met, she gave her name and following statement rather succinctly. Matter of fact. A young woman of self-purpose.

“Ayira. I have somewhere to be.”

“Yes, you do,” the Baron replied easily, “Here. I’m guessing I wouldn’t be wrong in suggesting that you don’t even remember where otherwise? Don’t worry, my vagueness won’t last much longer and you’ll understand well, what I mean. A pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Ayira.”

The next man, the one in the golden armor, was also just as matter of fact. Letting things take their course, which Baron Quinn respected.

“Arthur MacDonald.”

“Honor to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to seeing your future, as with everyone else here.”

As soon as he stated this, the redhead elf nearby had taken a step forward. The Baron had noticed out of the corner of his eye, that he was definitely having a little difficulty adjusting to his situation earlier. From what he had been learning, elves most often possessed magic and when robbed of it…well. The disorientation might be particularly hard on him, though thankfully that wouldn’t be an issue soon.

“I’m called Valynor Syndoriel.”

Quinn afforded him a little bow of his own, noting his race’s frequent particularities, “A pleasure, Valynor Syndoriel. It is always nice to see another of elven heritage grace this place.”

After this, many of the others spoke up and Baron Quinn gave them his full attention, one after the other and greeted them, responding to minor questions for the time being. Then there was a small lull and he was left sweeping his eyes over the group, trying to remember who hadn’t spoken yet.

It was then that another newcomer finally spoke up, helping him in that regard.

Ah. A drow. Or Dark Elf. It was hard to say exactly and whether or not there was really a difference was a question the Baron never felt like he had been given a satisfactory answer to. He decided not to remark on it for now.

“I am Charjra. What purpose have we been brought here? As I am sure there is one.”

Walking over to the elven woman, his boots rapping smartly upon the stone, echoing off the walls; he beamed before her.

“Well, look at you. Using your brain immediately and asking the big question, the one that is truly the most important in your positions. Very good, I think I like you Lady Charjra. We’ll be getting along just fine.”

He gave her an inclined head out of respect and grinned, “There most definitely is a reason and purpose for all of you being here.”

Surprisingly, he managed to catch sight of the very small…gnome? Was that a gnome of all things?…standing up, readying his own introduction and feeling the need to circle around back to this big answer, held up a small finger as if to say ‘wait.’

Once everyone seemed able to abide by that simple, silent gesture; he turned and motioned to the tiny man. His eyes bore in on him as he waited for him to speak. This was not a visual he had expected to see among the recruits. Not at all.

“The name’s Crumble, Grimble Crumble. I do quite believe I took a wrong turn from the vineyard last night or perhaps this is some kind of joke..? I mean I’ve never met these…fine people in all my pleasant life.”

Grimble Crumble. Good lord, there’d be a reckoning on the recruiters. Still, the puntable man was here now. Best to see what could be made of it. For the time being, he had more to say, so the Baron let him finish.

“Surely there must be some mistake of some kind, good sir. For I quite clearly do not belong with this gargantuan fellows.”

The pleading eye that came after was met with an even look that betrayed nothing of the man’s inner workings. Though he did seem to shake himself after a moment or two.

“Well, well. I did not expect to see one of your kind here, Mr. Crumble, but nevertheless…welcome. I can assure you, in the strongest terms, that this is no joke. Nor is it a mistake.”

If the gnome somehow worked out anyway, otherwise there was going to be someone getting a talking to away from their knowledge. A very excruciating talking to.

“None of you have ever met each other, of that I am most certain. Nor have we ever met, I believe that too is clear. Now, getting back to Lady Charjra’s question of purpose…well, let me finally explain.”

The Baron finally leaned back against the wall again for the time being as he watched them all very carefully, seeing the first signs of some energy (but not magic) starting to well up in them. Not a lot yet, but that would change. The ‘umbilical cord’ was still attached too, but that wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You see, you have all been summoned here by my colleagues because, quite simply, we are in a crisis. We need help and you have all been identified secretly as having the potential of being major players in that regard. Let me put this very bluntly and I understand if you are going to have some…initial problems believing it, but here goes:

“You are not in your world anymore. Not even your own universe, if you understand that concept. You are in a place beyond all of that. Beyond where I once came from as well. There is a force, an army, that has been gathered to take over…everything. All worlds, all universes. They have the power, the resources, the logistics; and will not be stopped by any one world. In fact, there was no one else at all even in this realm of everything, that which we call the Omniverse, to belay them. Until we came along.”

He let his gaze fall to the floor and spoke in a ‘pride that has been humbled’ tone next.

“But we don’t have enough numbers. And some of us, especially those in the Leadership of Genesis Gate, which is what we call ourselves…have tremendous power. Great magic or sheer combat ability so unparalleled I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw them. Almost like I walked into a land of gods. But it’s still not enough. This enemy, known as the Omni Kingdom, is simply too numerous for simple power to be enough. All of you here, have the potential to become leaders or great fighters, with or without magic of your own, at such a rate and with such limitless potential; that we had to recruit you to our cause. Otherwise, we all risk everything.”

There was a long pause after this and he leveled a strong gaze at them all, like an unyielding force of nature. “And let me say this now. Like it or not, there is no going back anyway. But trust me, that’s the other thing (almost sounded like ‘thang’ the way he said it) I need to speak to you about. Everything you knew before, is a lie.

“Still, this is a lot to digest, so if you have any current responses...By all means, go ahead.”

With that, Baron Quinn quieted momentarily, giving anyone who wished to speak further, a chance to do so. He anticipated they would.

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Charjra Myt'tar
Shadow’s Reach, Genesis Gate

"What purpose have we been brought here? As I am sure there is one.” Charjra had asked the strange man that they knew as Baron Quinn. The man walked over towards her, his boots rapping smartly upon the stone, echoing off the walls; he beamed before her. It was also oddly, annoying.

“Well, look at you. Using your brain immediately and asking the big question, the one that is truly the most important in your positions. Very good, I think I like you Lady Charjra. We’ll be getting along just fine.” Charjra was not sure if she should feel insulted or honored. She opted to silence instead.

He gave her an inclined head out of respect and grinned, “There most definitely is a reason and purpose for all of you being here.”

But she quickly noticed that he chose not to give an answer. Not at this time at least. He let the others finish with their introductions before he spoke up once more.

“None of you have ever met each other, of that I am most certain. Nor have we ever met, I believe that too is clear. Now, getting back to Lady Charjra’s question of purpose…well, let me finally explain.”

The Baron leaned against the wall looking at them all. Charjra felt well enough to sit up fully now, watching him and those in the room. And then the man wove a tale. And quite a story it was.

“You see, you have all been summoned here by my colleagues because, quite simply, we are in a crisis. We need help and you have all been identified secretly as having the potential of being major players in that regard. Let me put this very bluntly and I understand if you are going to have some…initial problems believing it, but here goes:

The rest was things that made either no sense of things or perfect sense. She already gathered that she was not on her world anymore. But the universe? She had studied the movement of the stars above and such. And, she knew of other places, not of home, or the skies. She could not remember how she knew of such things. But she knew that they existed. They were beyond that. An Omniverse, to use his worlds.

And it seems that both a great evil was brewing. But there is always a reckoning. Always an issuance of the dark and the light. Of some would call good versus the evil. So they were recruited. Charjra thought about this. Was this recruitment voluntary? Had they been asked in their previous lives? It would be hard to know, as their memories were lost to them. But the thought of beings that he called almost godlike, and they needed help? Specifically, THEIR help. Charjra pondered on this riddle.

There was a long pause after this and the Baron leveled a strong gaze at them all, like an unyielding force of nature. “And let me say this now. Like it or not, there is no going back anyway. But trust me, that’s the other thing I need to speak to you about. Everything you knew before, is a lie." The Barron paused for a moment.

“Still, this is a lot to digest, so if you have any current responses...By all means, go ahead.”

Hmm. We can't go back. That could mean that perhaps our bodies have been severed from our otherworldly commitments. Hence the glowing white cords. Or perhaps this was a copy of their former selves. The originals destroyed? Charjra looked down and flexed her hands. Either way, she could not feel the difference. But again, without a memory to compare with, the point was mute. And whether if they had said yes or not, they had been taken. And she believed the man when he said there was no going back. But now on to his second sentence. "Everything you knew before, is a lie." That was quite ubiquitous. If their knowledge and skills from the past were a lie, then why would they have been recruited? OR perhaps it was not their skill that was needed. Perhaps something of more ... substance.

Charjra spoke once more to the Baron, carefully judging her words. "If, everything known to us before was a lie, and we have been stripped of this knowledge, then why tell us of this now? Or does that mean to hold some other significance?"

Charjra waited patiently. One must know their position before they can argue for or against it.


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IC: Valynor Syndoriel
Genesis Gate

The momentary feeling of simple amusement afforded by the gnome, Grimble Crumble, was a welcome one. Though small in size, the gnome did seem to posses his wits about him, equal to his ‘gargantuan’ counterparts.That he was weary of the them, especially the Orc, was a good sign. It meant that certain natural dynamics were still at play.

But what did the Baron mean? ’to see another of elven heritage grace this place?’

Did he mean aside from Charjra the Dark Elf? Or did he just insinuate that other elves had arrived at the Genesis Gate. If so, when? and who might they be?

There were simply too many unanswered questions beginning to accumulate. Valynor sighed, then inhaled, then exhaled, willing himself to remain patient and balanced in action and in thought.

‘Lady Charjra’, as Barom Quinn put it, did ask a very important question. Aside from where, who and why, the what was equally important, if not more so. What was the purpose of…..this?

What was Shadow Reach? A name like that should have evoked a memory, but sadly, it did not.

Thankfully, Valynor did not have to wait long for some answers, as the Baron regaled them with a tale most incredible. Not only were the lot of them no longer on their world, something that had become obvious, but what they could not fathom, was the fact that they were no longer in their own ‘universe’.

At that, Valynor ran a hand through his flame red hair, much like humans often did, but he less so. It was a self-calming behavior. No wonder he could no longer sense the cosmic frequency he drew from, not that he remembered any of it until just now. What wonders, what secrets would an Omniverse contain?

That question would have to wait, especially upon learning that, unsurprisingly, a major conflict raged. Was conflict the only constant in all realities? He certainly hoped not. Still, if such was the doing of this Omni Kingdom....well, the name said it all.

So, who was here first?

That too was another question added to the long list of questions. And truth be told, the Genesis Process must have affected them somehow. Valynor did not feel a longing for home, as he surmised he should have. Was there not someone or something he should miss? Try as he might, he could not evoke a name or a feeling, nothing aside from academic curiosity. Not even sadness. Just pragmatic acceptance.

Indeed, there was a lot to consider here.

Valynor took a moment to regard his current company once again. Indeed, there was nothing there, no memory or emotion stirred within him, at which he let out a small sigh.

A false movement cause the elf to chuckle to himself. Once again, his body acted reflexively, as he moved, affecting a small hop which should have made it easy for him to cross his legs in order to meditate while levitating. Good thing he stopped short, before he made a spectacle of himself. For now, he would simply have to stand and do his thinking on his feet.

Inherently, he found himself disagreeing with the Baron on his last pronouncement. For he knew well, when someone said that ‘Everything you knew before, is a lie’, that statement in itself, was the lie.

Of course, the Baron was speaking about an existential paradox. It was a puzzle, a riddle of some kind. One which Valynor found himself increasingly drawn to.



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IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
Genesis Gate - City of Shadow's Reach

The untethered one's response with a title that meant nothing was taken as the grain of salt that it was. Bitter but necessary, either it was a lie that he was doing nothing or pure truth. If a lie then he was aiding himself by trying to extend and draw all he could even if he didn't feel like he was actually accomplishing what he hoped to accomplish, so he could not stop on the mere chance it was a lie. If a truth, and he was doing nothing, then nothing was lost except to look foolish. So he stood still clutching at his glowing cord that was supposidly giving him life and listened.

The others he cared not who danced through names, had disclosed a question, and had been contrary in their own manner. What did catch his attention more so then merely listening, feeling like his eyes were wrong but never knowing any other way of them being, of feeling his flesh was off but not knowing why as slowly began to feel more awake, more aware, but still not wholly here. The one that caught his attention was not her words, but rather the Barons answer: He straightened himself and gave a broader smile before answering further: “This place? I welcome all of you to this great and very unique city of Shadow’s Reach!”

That was all, a name and reveal of a location that meant nothing, but any map and any knowing of a place began with that. This room, these names, a status of City they were in. He was at the mercy of power, but only the power of knowledge and ignorance. This was wrong.

The rest stated their names then, the flowing onward of beings being seen and heard. Lady Charjra was the last one of note, she seemed to be a spark that drew in the other, which made her a being of note. Once the last was done after her the Baron of nothing spoke again and slowly the balances were tipping. “None of you have ever met each other, of that I am most certain. Nor have we ever met, I believe that too is clear. Now, getting back to Lady Charjra’s question of purpose…well, let me finally explain.”

Strangers one and all. A beginning.

“You see, you have all been summoned here by my colleagues because, quite simply, we are in a crisis. We need help and you have all been identified secretly as having the potential of being major players in that regard. Let me put this very bluntly and I understand if you are going to have some…initial problems believing it, but here goes: You are not in your world anymore. Not even your own universe, if you understand that concept. You are in a place beyond all of that. Beyond where I once came from as well. There is a force, an army, that has been gathered to take over…everything. All worlds, all universes. They have the power, the resources, the logistics; and will not be stopped by any one world. In fact, there was no one else at all even in this realm of everything, that which we call the Omniverse, to belay them. Until we came along.”

Interesting, he was in the place beyond that the elves held the blessed passage to? No, something was wrong with that thought, not the least was he did not know the name of it or why elves were important to getting there. What was wrong was nothing felt 'right'. Not him, not the names, nothing. So he listened.

“But we don’t have enough numbers. And some of us, especially those in the Leadership of Genesis Gate, which is what we call ourselves…have tremendous power. Great magic or sheer combat ability so unparalleled I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw them. Almost like I walked into a land of gods. But it’s still not enough. This enemy, known as the Omni Kingdom, is simply too numerous for simple power to be enough. All of you here, have the potential to become leaders or great fighters, with or without magic of your own, at such a rate and with such limitless potential; that we had to recruit you to our cause. Otherwise, we all risk everything.”

There was a long pause after this and Baron leveled a strong gaze at them all, like an unyielding force of nature. “And let me say this now. Like it or not, there is no going back anyway. But trust me, that’s the other thing (almost sounded like ‘thang’ the way he said it) I need to speak to you about. Everything you knew before, is a lie. Still, this is a lot to digest, so if you have any current responses...By all means, go ahead.”

With that, Baron Quinn quieted momentarily.

All lies held a grain of truth, the one that Baron favored - Charjra - seemed to realize this in her response. Charjra spoke once more to the Baron, carefully judging her words. "If, everything known to us before was a lie, and we have been stripped of this knowledge, then why tell us of this now? Or does that mean to hold some other significance?"

Still he echoed his own words after hers. "Lies have value. I wish to keep mine, shall they be returned?" he simply stated. Asked. A hunger, a desire for even false knowledge as place of beginning instead of merely the word of this Baron.

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IC: Irryn
Location: The City of Shadow's Reach

Irryn considered this new place, this city of 'Shadows'.

“So do the shadows reach to here or do they only reach beyond?” She mused aloud to herself. Names were interesting things, and could betray much of the nature of something, if one was given time to ponder it.

"If, everything known to us before was a lie, and we have been stripped of this knowledge, then why tell us of this now? Or does that mean to hold some other significance?" the drow, known as Charjra, questioned. It was a good question.

“Indeed.” Irryn added, smiling at the dark elf. “For I know such things as ice and snow once existed. Your statement, Baron, would suggest these were never real, yet I know I have-” and here she paused for just a moment, searching for the right word. “-walked? Them.”

Irryn shook her head and said no more, lost in thought.

"Lies have value. I wish to keep mine, shall they be returned?"

Whilst she hated standing near such a monstrosity as he, the lich made a good point. Irryn was keen to hear the Baron’s response to his query. Hopefully it would explain why she felt so… She looked at her hand again, troubled by it, though for the life of her, she could not say why.

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Arthur MacDonald

Arthur sat trying to wrap his mind around what was being said. There was a war, great armies fighting against each other and one side was losing despite having gods on their side. Were not the gods supposed to be all powerful? How could numbers hope to stand against them? Something from those words didn't seem to make sense. If they were so great and powerful why would they need to turn to such a man as him? His memories were not returning, just a sense of himself. A sense that he was not meant to be here, in this world between worlds. Another thing that was hard for him to understand, a place between his eternal reward, and his eternal punishment. Or did those things even exist?

If everything was a lie then why did he have this feeling of not belonging with these people. It was something in the back of his mind that they were seeing something he couldn't. Rising to his feet he looked to his hip finding nothing there, of course nothing was there what was he expecting? Finding a wall the man in gold armor leaned against it, blinking a few more times as the others spoke around him.

He took it in trying to understand.

Pinching the bridge of his nose it seemed everyone was focusing on the lies of their past, forgetting that they were to leave them behind, to forget them. Where those not the orders given. There was something about that, orders, following them, something the resonated, and also disgusted.

"If this Kingdom you face is too numerous for your leaders, why so few of us?" He asked looking around to the thirty odd beings around him. "Aye if we are to be great leaders, leaders of who? Great warriors, who stands with us? Are there armies? Banners to be called?" These words came from his mouth as if they were a common tongue to him, though for the life of him couldn't remember when he had heard them. "How many others have gone through this 'Genesis Process'? And how many would be enough?"

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THE JAM​

-Shadow's Reach​

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Jam waved a hand to dismiss the others' comments. He brought his right muscular arm up and flexed as his left hand stroked his chin.

He chuckled.

Of course.

His bicep bulged veins filled with overwhelming strength and courage. THE JAM feared nothing. He needed not a past nor cared for a future. All that mattered was the present. And the present was full of Jam. So of course if there were beings that needed help, they would seek him out. All these questions and inquiries the rest were asking were meaningless. There was a fight which meant that someone thought they could take all this Jam. Jam would conquer them.

It's what he did.

He closed his eyes as he continued to chuckle.

"THE JAM AGREES WITH THE SMALL MAN. UNFORTUNATELY, YOU HAVE SURROUNDED HIM WITH SMALL WOMEN AND PRETTY ELF BOYS."

He pointed a flexed finger at Arthur MacDonald.

"THE JAM IS A GREAT WARRIOR."

That wasn't what Arthur had said at all.

"IT MAKES SENSE THAT YOU, SMALL BARON, WOULD BRING THE JAM HERE. IT IS I WHO WILL LEAD THE REST TO DRINK THE BLOOD OF THE OMNI KINGDOM AND FEAST UPON THEIR ELDERLY. YOU MAY REST EASY. SEE?"

He opened flexed arms around the room they were in.

"EVEN AT THE PRESENCE OF JAM, THE OMNI KINGDOM COWERS AND DISAPPEARS FROM SIGHT. WHERE ARE THEY? I MUST BREAK THEM!"

His chuckle turned into a roaring laughter now. The game was beginning and Jam was promised an enemy. He now expected an enemy.

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